Alcohol

She loved him

Her night time lover

An afternoon delight

A reason for being

He was the voice she never had

For things never said

To people who no longer existed

For him, she would have died

And she did, just a little each day

Manipulative and deceptive

Like mistletoe on a melaleuca

A bad seed, a parasite

A vampire, taking what he wants

Draining and depleting

Until there is nothing left to give

Eyes cloudy, so dim

Spirit fading, full of grief

Body casts nary a shadow

Scantily clad and bare foot

now lying face down, in a ditch

Together but no more

Listlessly clutching his neck

He tried to escape impending doom

Inevitable, as it were

Death, a violent end

Fate and karma had kept their word

A bad seed and a corrupted tree

She loved him

She died for him

Her and him